The Tortured Soul's Cry
Down, drowning
Head held under
No relief, no comfort
My heart’s torn asunder.
On a mountaintop,
Soaring briefly.
Just when I feel safe
You stomp on me.
Is this life?
Is there no more?
Where can I run
When I’m tired and sore?
Do you hear me?
Do you care at all?
Every time I get up
You make me fall.
Why do you tease?
Why are you cruel?
Does God not have to obey
His own “Golden Rule”?
I turn to you,
You just ignore.
People blessed all around,
Nothing for just one more?
Heart breaking,
Soul crying out
Please step in and show me
What life is all about!
Do you hate me?
If so, why?
I’ll wait and listen
As I bury my head and cry.
If you’re there
You’ll have to come to me
I can’t move…
Heart’s paralyzed, you see.
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